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inniebin · 8 months

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What nicknames bf!skz would give you~

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Pairing - ot8 x reader

Genre - Fluff, angst-ish for Seungmin (sorry minnie stans 😭)

CW - Smacking (affectionate!!), mention of worshipping, bad language.

Chan;

There was one time when him, Changbin and Jisung were working on an upcoming comeback and you were sitting on the couch with the younger members of 3racha while Chan was on his chair. He had gotten a notification on his phone and looked down to read it and spoke without looking up, "Baby girl, can you go get the food we ordered? It's just arrived." You stood up and ushered a quick "Yeah" as you left the room while Changbin and Jisung were looking at each other with their eyes wide. Chan hadn't realised he had called you 'baby girl' until you had left and he heard the other two burst into laughter and tapping his shoulder. He quickly smacked their heads and told them to shut up before you came back in. You came back and didn't even question why Changbin and Jisung were wiping tears from their eyes and catching their breath while Chan was blushing like crazy.

Minho;

You two were just cuddling on the couch watching some shitty movie on the TV when you looked up at Minho and called his name. "Hm?" he hummed without taking his eyes off of the screen. "I want a kitten" you said which got him to look down at you, smiling "Already have one." He laughed when he saw your confused face. "You do?" You thought he only had Soonie, Doongie and Dori. "Yeah, you. You're like a kitten, clingy as hell and always pestering me." You smacked his arm, "Hey! Rude..." He smirked at your reaction. "I never said that was a bad thing, Kitten." You blushed and tried to focus on the movie again, not before catching him smirking into your neck before giving it a peck.

Changbin;

Honestly? He calls you by a bunch of nicknames but his favourite has got to be 'princess'. He thinks that you look like a princess so he most definitely thinks that you should be treated like one. He pretty much worships you and the ground you walk on. You can't even go an hour without him calling you 'princess'. Be it when you're spending time together and just chilling or when he texts you while he's producing another song or practicing in the dance studio. If he's the one to text first then you should fully expect to see it starting with 'Princess' or 'Hey princess'. His goodbyes definitely include the word too, "Bye Princess!!" or "I love you, see you later princess ❤". Blushes like mad and tells you to stop when you call him a nickname but thinks it's fine to call you by one 24/7. Gets all giggly when you call him 'Prince' because he thinks it's cute that you two have matching nicknames.

Hyunjin;

Stays want to know why his favourite thing to paint are flowers. The answer? That's the nickname he has for you. He has a whole sketchbook just for drawing and painting flowers. If you dye your hair? He paints flowers only that colour until you change it. He has a second sketchbook that he fills with flowers. Every page is covered, except the middle two. Those two pages have a drawing of you in the the middle and at the top "My Flower" is written in cursive. Around the drawing of you are things he has written himself. Things that remind him of you and how he feels about you. On your 1 year anniversary he had given you the complete sketchbook and once you see the middle pages, you start to cry which in turn makes him cry too. Little did you know that he would do this every year and when your 4 year anniversary hit, instead of it being a drawing of you it was a drawing of a ring with the words 'Will You Marry Me?' at the top.

Jisung;

I know this is simple but... 'baby'. Whenever he's writing a romantic song he makes sure to have at least one 'baby' in it. He knows that you know it's his nickname for you so he found a way to dedicate every song to you without mentioning your name. I also think that Jisung would want to be more private with relationships. I'm talking private, not even the members know about you. Jisung told his members about you a few weeks after your 1 year anniversary, announcing it publically 2 months later. He thought that his first live after the announcement was hell. STAYs were constantly teasing him in the comments about finally knowing who 'baby' was in all his songs, making him blush while you're laughing at him from the other side of the room.

Felix;

He called you 'Chick' once when you firsted dating and it kinda just stuck with him. He was so happy when he was able to choose his SKZOO to be a chicken. Whenever they are touring and you're not able to join them, he'll steal some of his favourite perfumes of yours and spray Bbokari with them. He likes to pretend that it's you that he's hugging every night to help him fall asleep. Not before sending you a 'goodnight' voice message obviously. If you wear an outfit that he loves then he'll try find Bbokari a matching version and get you to take photos together and put the in the 'family photos' album on his phone.

Seungmin;

He doesn't really like nicknames so when he does use one on you it's normally 'love' and it normally means he's done something that he thinks you'll be mad at or he's just not had a good day. Today? His day was horrible. He kept messing up choreography to the point where he had to sit out and he just couldn't get his lines right in the studio. You walk through the front door to see all of the lights off, the only source being the reflection of Seungmin's phone on his face as you see him lying on the couch with himself wrapped in a blanket as you go to make yourself a drink in the kitchen. He notices you and whispers a small "Hey, love." Your attention is immediately shifted from your glass to him. "What's wrong?" You look at him with a worried expression. His eyes start to tear up, "Today was just shitty..." You rush over to him when you hear a quiver in his voice and kneel down so you can hug him. "Hey... you're fine, tomorrow will be better. I promise." You say before you tell him to scooch over and let you under the blanket so you can smother him in cuddles.

Jeongin;

He had just got back to your shared apartment after a long day of preparing for a comeback, stuff like practicing choreo and recording lines. He was too tired to even get himself to your bedroom because he caught sight of you watching TV on the couch and literally plopped next to you. His head was resting on your right shoulder and you moved your left hand up so you can play with his hair. "Hm... Bub that feels nice." He muttered as he started nodding off to sleep, 'Bub?' you thought. You decided not to wake him up and quiz him on it, deciding to do that in the morning so you could also see his flustered face.

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charmercharm3r · 9 months

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okay but after reading that 9th member boxing, i need to hear more instances where the boys see her practically naked. like idk at the the gym(again), practice, around the dorm, etc. like maybe she’s getting more comfortable with showing skin but only around the boys so it still catches them off guard cause of how new it still is to all of them

a lil blurb cus I thought this was cute

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You were just so tired, dehydrated, and felt sticky from sweating for the past god knows how many hours at dance practice. It was just you in the practice room for a while until Hyunjin convinced you that it was time to head home. He was surprised you were even still at the company, considering it was supposed to be a rest day for the group.

The two of you headed home together, him having to almost hold you up most of the way because it felt like your limbs were going to give out any second. “You can have the shower first, you’re kinda stinky,” he teased as he led you through the threshold.

“Gee, thanks! You’re so kind.” Hyunjin smirked at the sarcasm, nudging your shoulder before departing to his room.

Living in the dorm with him, Chan, Changbin, and Jisung was usually rather quiet when 3racha were gone. Hyunjin enjoyed his alone time, as did Jisung when he was home, though when everyone was back at the same time, there was no such thing as peace or personal space.

The only thing you were glad for was finally having your own room, how the company managed to find a 5 bedroom apartment, you had no idea, but you weren’t complaining in the slightest. Room not too small, just enough space for a bed, desk, and closet, you were comfortable.

Tossing your bag down and grabbing a clean towel, you headed to the bathroom before the rest of the members could come home.

There was a new bottle in the shower, brown and expensive looking. “Jinnie, did you get a new hair product?” You called out, picking it up to inspect.

“Yeah, I heard it was really good. Try a little if you want,” he yelled back from his room. Calling back a, "sure, thanks," you shut the door and started your shower.

There was so much on your find, you don't know how long you spent under the water. It took some time before you even undressed, looking at yourself in the mirror and examining what body part you thought might stand out for the public to talk about for the next come back. There was always something wrong, nothing you did ever felt good enough.

Sometimes your thighs were too big, sometimes your arms weren't toned enough. Oh no, you're wearing a crop top? Someone cover her up, she's seeking validation! God forbid you wear anything other than long sleeves because elbows are just too sexy. As if she doesn't get enough spotlight already being in an all male group, gotta have a part in the song a second longer than the rest because you have to be the center of attention!

Another few minutes to let the water soak down to your bones, you took your time shampooing, soaping, everything in between and taking mental notes of things you needed to improve upon. One wrong step and it's over, not just for you, but your entire group, as well. If you were to be the reason they got dragged down-

No, that's the shower thoughts talking. Probably time to get out, anyways. Changbin will have a fit if he doesn't get some warm water for himself.

So consumed in your own head, you weren't thinking when you threw on just your bra and underwear and opened the bathroom door. Dirty clothes in one hand, rubbing the towel into your hair, the trek to your bedroom through the house felt so long up until you got through the door.

The dorm was quiet, the others must still be out. Hyunjin won't show his face until dinner time, if you were fast you could grab a snack from the kitchen. Yeah, it won't take longer than a minute. Make it quick-

You padded out of your bedroom and made it a step into the living room before stopping dead in your tracks, eight pairs of eyes looking at you big with mouths dropped so wide it could catch flies.

The other members were sitting in various places surrounding the couch and coffee table. Chan scratched at his ear and darted his eyes back and forth, unsure of whether or not to look. Minho didn't seemed like he cared too much, while Jisung and Seungmin obviously raked their gaze from your head to your toes. The other four focused on different areas, but you ran away as quickly as you came with a trail of beat red embarrassment to follow.

As soon as the door slammed shut you threw your pajamas on and paced back for forth for a bit.

You should just act like nothing happened. They probably don't care. No, they definitely don't care. They're just body parts and everyone has them. But they were your body parts. For as long as you'd known them, you'd been so careful.

It's fine- they're not prudes, they're young adults that watch more porn than you ever could in your life time. They're just boys. Your boys. Your best friends. Yeah, they won't care. It's fine. You're fine. You're-

"Y/N'ie?"

A knock on your door had you stutter in your steps. When you didn't respond, the voice spoke again, "there's food here if you wanna join."

It took you another second to process what had just happened. The floor creaked on the other side and you panicked again, "Felix?"

The footsteps backtracked and stopped outside your door again, "yeah?"

"What kind of food?" He giggled lightly to himself.

"Come eat with us and you'll find out."

Slowly you came to the door, torn on hiding in your room for the next few hours or facing the eight people that caused your massive embarrassment in the first place. It felt so stupid to even feel such a way around those who you'd already been through hell and back with, the same people you've lived with and known for years and have seen you at your worst.

Felix's weight leaning against the other side of the door made him stumble forward when you finally opened it. Setting aside his momentary hiccup, he smiled and wrapped his arm around your shoulder to bring into a quick hug. You let him drape over you as you made your way back into the living room where everyone else was waiting.

Quiet as you sat down between Minho and Jeongin- Felix across the coffee table, quiet as you grabbed a pair of chopstick, quiet as you began to eat. The eight of them watched you chew, chew, swallow, not moving a muscle as though they were walking on eggshells as not to scare you off.

Now you felt stupid. This was stupid. Just body parts. They're just body parts.

"Stop staring at me, virgins. Eat before it gets cold." Minho at your side dug in first, then the rest followed suit as you all enjoyed the meal together.

You could feel Jeongin taking quick peaks at you as you ate. He jolted a little when you nudged his shoulder to get him to talk. A light blush flooded his cheeks and ears, putting another piece onto your plate as he leaned in to whisper, "you looked really pretty."

"Don't spread gossip, Yang Jeongin. Share it with the table," Jisung teased and drew the attention of the rest of the members.

"Look, he's flustered. What'd you say to Y/N'ie?" Hyunjin joined in and ruffled the younger's hair.

"Nothing! It's none of your business-"

"He called me pretty," you played along and pinched Jeongin's cheek, making him swat you and Hyunjin away with a few curses under his breath. Giggling and picking up your chopsticks again, you brought some food to your mouth, "you wanna kiss me sooo bad."

All of them spoke at once, "yes."

"Wait, what?" Quiet again. What is it with them and perfectly timed silence?

When you faced Minho, he was particularly unashamed in the way he eyed your lips as you slowly chewed your food. You looked at them around the table, "ew. Bitchless. All of you," and stole a large portion of food to take back to your room.

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delulustuff · 3 months

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Cockwarming:

HYUNG LINE:

genre: SMUT

Chan:

Chan is extremely busy with his schedules...So he would definitely use this as a good opportunity for you to sit on his cock whenever he's stressed out..

Whether it's him writing new lyrics or 3Racha producing in the studio late at night.. There's nothing he would want more than having you on his lap, arms wrapped around your waist, your head rested on his shoulder, while his cock is buried deep inside your pussy.

Every few minutes he would sneak some forehead kisses and adores how sleepy and cute you look sitting on his cock, about to fall asleep in his warm arms.

Whenever he notices you passing out, he would giggle a little, give you back rubs, hold you even tighter, to make sure you stay right where you are and give you the stability you need.

You falling asleep, would also be his reminder to not work too long anymore and finally carry you through the company to his dorm, where he would wrap you up inside his blanket and cuddles you till he falls asleep.

Minho:

Usually after Minho cooks dinner for both of you and makes sure you ate enough, he can't resist to just throw on a movie, light on some cherry scented candles and spoon you from behind.

Over time he gets clingier and touchier until he demonstrates, that cuddling is just not enough..

Most of the time he wants to be sneaky and surprises you by just randomly inserting his cock, cause he loves the little squeaky sounds you make when he unexpectedly inserts his cock into your pussy…

He just can't help but giggle a little and strokes your hair to make sure you feel safe and relaxed.

There's nothing Minho loves more than being so close to you on a rainy movie night session. He keeps whispering sweet praises into your ear and wants you to know how important it is, to live in the moment and enjoy the presence. Sometimes Minho even goes a little further and rubs your clit in little circles while having his cock buried deep inside of you from behind... He just loves the feeling of your throbbing wet pussy on his cock and praises you through your orgasm. He melts as soon as he sees how exhausted you are and how flushed your cheeks look. Minho can't help but smile throughout the rest of the movie, wraps you up in a fuzzy warm blanket and holds you until you fall asleep in his arms.

Changbin:

On a stressful practice day, Binnie is extremely focused on his work but one thing keeps entering his mind..

It's him coming home from work and finding you all warm and cozy wrapped up in his hoodie, peacefully sleeping on the living room couch.

No matter how good or bad practice went, seeing you sleeping in his hoodie melts his heart. Slowly, he picks you up, gives you a little kiss on the cheek and carries you to his bed, where he softly places you on top of him with your head rested on his chest.

He notices you pressing your body up against his and slightly grinding your hips. Changbin loves when you feel needy like this and whispers "hey sleepyhead, I missed you too"! He exactly knows, that he's not the only one, wanting to fall asleep with his cock buried deep inside you right now..

Your warmth around his cock makes him forget everything else and relaxes him to the point where he could simply just fall asleep right away. Binnie always wants to make sure you're the first one to fall asleep tho, so he holds you with his big arms and strokes your hair until he's completely sure you're asleep.

He gives you a last goodnight kiss and finally closes his eyes.

Hyunjin:

Usually when Hyunjin is painting, he's in his own world..

But sometimes he misses your presence and just can't wait for you to finally sit on his lap, so you can cling onto him and watch him paint from his lap.

In the background you can hear calm jazzy music playing, which makes you both feel even more relaxed. Every line he sketches, he tries to explain and sneaks little kisses in the middle of it, which quickly leads into a heavy make out session. It makes you such a needy little mess.. Hyunjin exactly knows this and politely asks you to sit on his cock.

He especially loves this because it makes his painting ideas and inspiration naughtier and crazier, which is exactly what he wants to achieve.

For you, there's just nothing better than sitting on Hyunjins cock and watching him sketch the crazy ideas that come to his mind literally only because of you..

After he finished his paintings, he throws you on his bed and makes you cum over and over again for being such a good girl and giving him the great inspiration.

After cleaning you up, he spoons you and whispers sweet nothings until you peacefully fall asleep in his warm arms.

🌸💖🎀🩷🌸💖🎀💖🌸

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facioleeknow · 4 months

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A peek into the bedroom

3racha x chubby!reader headcanons about their suggestive behaviour and how they behave in the bedroom

WC:481 Genre: smut

TW:smut 18+ only

@kflixnet

@comet-falls you convinced me so I did it

Chris

extremely touchy person

loves to grab a handful of your ass anywhere anytime

face down, ass up is the way for this man

very rough but knows you can and will take it ;)

loves to squeeze your hips when fucking you

loves squeezing your thighs when eating you out

his goal is to leave fingerprint marks all over you

..and maybe a few handprints on your ass eheh

loves to leave bite marks on your neck and belly

might go easy on the neck because it’s a generally exposed area but on the belly…

HE IS BITING

on nights when he feels a little more romantic he loves to switch positions and always puts you in a mating press because he wants to see your face <3

loves doing it raw because he gets to cum in you

BREEDING KINK

always overstimulates himself because he likes the idea of fucking his cum back into you

big in cuddles after sex, they’re a must

good boyfriend ™

Changbin

softest and kindest pleasure dom to ever exist

loves to see you in expensive pretty lingerie, prefers pink but as long as he is taking it off of you it really doesn’t matter that much

this dude lifts almost 150kg he CAN and WILL manhandle and throw you around

lovingly of course

loves to pick you up and just fuck you

wall sex, shower sex, counter sex

loves anything that involves using his strength on you

hates edging because doesn’t like to make his pretty baby wait

big into overstimulation

big into body worship

pretty vanilla

loves missionary but adores it when you ride him because he likes to see your tits bounce

NEEDS to see your face

textbook version of boyfriend

aftercare king

husband material

Han

absolutely adores you

like actually worships you and kisses the ground you walk on

subby hannie <3

oral fixation goes crazy

loves to suck on your fingers and loves when you suck on his fingers

loves eating you out, wants to do it AT LEAST once a day

wants you to suffocate him with your thighs so bad, he begged you for weeks

often cums in his pants when he eats you out

prefers eating you out than getting sucked off

literally everytime you wanna suck him off you need a good 10 minutes worth of convincing

loves cowgirl

when you’re on top you look even more like a goddess to him

tends to cum quick because he’s too excited but can go a few rounds so that doesn’t stop him

once you sent him a audio message of you moaning and playing with yourself and he came untouched <3

actually obsessed with you

falls asleep right after sex, he likes to lay on your chest and he makes those little noises in his sleep

sometimes likes to suck your nipples to sleep

he’s cute <3

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straylightdream · 6 months

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what am i missing | 3racha

act three: “Let’s get you naked.”

↳ in your mid to late twenties you’re left wondering if you missed your sexual awakening. With a the help of friends you start to really find yourself.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: for the story as a whole angst, a little fluff, body image issues, and self doubt, cussing all smut warnings listed below for what is in this story.

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𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: for the story as a whole, oral (fem & male receiving), piv, unprotected sex, groping, threesome, use or traffic light system, choking, and spanking, more warning to come.

Changbin hasn’t always been as confident as he is now. He spent his teen years struggling with being shy. When he got to college he really became more confident.

From the moment Changbin lost his virginity he learned his favorite thing about having sex was pleasing his partner. As soon as he discovered you didn’t know what it’s like to be with someone whose only goal was to bring you pleasure, he knew he wanted to be that person for you.

Since he met you, you were always close but he always felt a need to protect you and wanted to make sure you were happy.

Kissing Changbin felt completely different then any boy you had kissed before. One hand held your face while resting his other hand on your soft side. He slowly walked you backwards until your back hit the door with a thud.

“I’m going to worship you,” he groans with his lips against yours.

Pulling away from your lips he gives you a lust filled look. “Can we go to my room?” You say finally speaking. The thought of having sex in the middle of your living made you feel self conscious for some reason.

Without a word he leads you to your bedroom. He shuts the door and smiles. “Let’s get you naked.”

It took very little effort for him to have you completely naked.

Laying on your back with your legs spread. He pressed wet kisses across your thigh. The moment his lips touched your clit you couldn’t help but moan. Your fingers tangle in his soft curls while his mouth pushes you closer and closer to the edge. With every guy you've ever been with, none of them ever seemed eager to eat you out, while Changbin wanted to and was enthusiastic about it.

Your first orgasm you have with Changbin has you arching your back off bed while your fingers tug on his hair. Your voice doesn’t even sound like your own as you moan his name loudly. Thank god you live alone and nobody can hear the noise coming out of you. Your grip loosens on his hair and you throw your hair back gasping for air.

Pushing himself up, Changbin is wearing a satisfied grin before licking his lips. “That was fucking hot.”

“I’ve never come that hard,” you pant, still trying to catch your breath.

“We haven’t even gotten to the best part. Do you have any condoms?” He asks, pushing down his boxers.

“Top draw of my nightstand.”

Hoping off your bed he opens the drawer and pulls out two things. Your cheeks instantly flush at the sight of him holding up your pink vibrator.

“One time we’ll have to play with this together,” he smirks before setting it on top of your nightstand.

Tearing the foil packet open he slowly slides it down his length. Changbin is thick so you know it’s what’s about to happen and is gonna feel good. Getting onto the bed he sits on his knees between your spread legs.

He slides this thick length between your folds. His head brushes your sensitive clit earning a gasp. He reaches down maneuvering your leg so it rests on his shoulder.

“Are you sure you want me to fuck you?” He asked, tapping his dick against your already wet pussy.

“Please.”

The moment he slowly pushed into you a soft moan passed your lips. One of his hands gripped your thigh while the other rubbed your hip. His eyes were locked on yours while a smile played across his lips. “Are you going to be a good girl and take all of me?”

His words lit a fire inside you. You couldn’t even think of words to form you just mindlessly nodded your head.

Once you were filled completely he stills gave you a moment. You look at him and can’t help but notice how incredibly good looking he is. “God you’re hot,” you groan.

He laughs lightly. “You’re beautiful,” he says before kissing your knee.

“Can you move?”

His thrust are slow but firm at first. He’s making sure he’s hitting a deep spot inside of you that makes your toes curl. Having sex is different than anything you have experienced before. Your stomach feels like a coil is tightening with each and every thrust. He still sitting on his knees between your legs. His hand kneads your thigh and the other hand rest on top to your core. His thumb is dragging slow circles across your sensitive clit.

“I’m close,” you whimper.

“Are you going to come again?”

“Please.” Your body craves the feeling of falling apart again. You want the sweet release that Changbin is going to give you. The coil snaps and your walls flutter around his thick length. Having sex with Changbin is like nothing you have ever experienced before.

As you ride out your high he finds his own release. He stays in you for a long moment gently rubbing your thigh as his chest rises and falls.

He pulls out you removing the condom and tossing it in the bin. He lays down next to you and gently presses his lips to yours for a gentle kiss. Without even thinking you curl up next to him resting your head on his chest.

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skulla-rxcks · 5 months

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Caravan Perv

Paring: Changbin & Bang Chan x fem reader

Rating: explicit

Genre: smut. Camping w 3racha ! (Han mentioned)

Warnings: smut, n!pple l!cking, facefuck!ng, use of ‘slvt & wh0re’

Taglist: @f3lix00 @channiesgoodgirl @mal-lunar-28 @bangchans-gf5 (idk y it didnt tag :’) )

Please dm me if you’d like to be added to the taglist ^^

!THIS IS PURE FICTION, NOTHING IN THIS IS REAL ITS JUST A STORY!

May or may not have been based off a very realistic dream I had the other night

It’s around 8pm and I’m on a camping trip with three of the boys; Han, Chan and Changbin. It was all Changbin’s idea to go camping with 3racha, surprisingly he wanted me to come too. Well, not that surprising. we’ve been hanging out a lot recently.

“It’s been ages since I’ve done anything like this..” Changbin groans, his back aching from walking all the way back to our caravan. “You really need to touch some grass I swear” I giggle, he rolls his eyes in response. My feet start to blister from my sandals making it hard for me to walk. “Do you think the guys are asleep yet?” I whisper as we open the door to the caravan we’re renting. “I think Han is. But Chan probably isn’t. Why?”

“Just curious.” I say back, getting a glass of water while Changbin makes his way to his bed; Chan and Han are sharing a small mattress on the over side of the car. Changbin and I are sharing a bunk bed, he’s on the top and I’m on the bottom. I hear a sound coming from Changbin’s phone, I’m wondering what it is so I climb up to his bunk and look over is shoulder, and…. he’s looking at hentai. “Perv..” I mumble under my breath, a sly grin playing on my lips. “What?” He answers back, knowing what I saw him looking at but he’s playing dumb.

“Why here?” I question. He doesn’t reply, he connects his ear buds and turns up the volume on his phone, ignoring that i saw anything. He probably doesn’t want the others to hear a fuss I bet. “Binnie I’m asking you a question..” I pout, sitting on his lap.

“Shit. Don’t do this now..” he sighs, I’m confused for a few seconds until I feel his raging hard on pressing against my ass.

“You made me like this so you can fix it.” He groans, biting his lip and fixing his glasses as he realises there’s already precum glistening out of his tip and his cocks in my hand. “Fuck.. just like that..” Changbin moans as I being stroking his length, I watch as his dick thrusts in and out of my hand, making me lick my lips at the site of his seed.

“Need you..” I blush. Reaching into his bag and ruffling around until I find a condom in the front pouch. He’s always been bringing them for the past while that we’ve been hanging out, it’s like he’s been wanting this as much as I have, or perhaps even more. “Fucking, don’t you dare.. not now.. Chans still up an-“ his words are thrown out in a panic, clearly worried if the others were to found out.

“Shut it. They’ll hear.” I respond, I slip my panties off and put him inside me, sucking in my breath as I feel the thickness of his cock stretch my pussy out.

“Shit you’re tight fuck..” he moans, his hands reaching around to grope my ass as I bounce up and down on his length. “D-don’t moan so loud!” I scoff at him. “Then d-dont clench your cunt so fucking tightly..!” He starts bucking his hips up more aggressively now, his thrusts making a sharp pain run through my insides as he pounds against my walls. Leaving an occasional spank on my ass cheeks here and there. “god you feel so good ah..!” I yell, my opinion changing about if the other two (Chan and Han) hear us at all. “Who’s the loud one now? You’re so tight and warm I love it..” he whispers into my ear, leaving a line of kisses along my jaw. Hearing him complain about my loudness just makes me want to be louder. So I do exactly that. I start riding him faster, moaning as loudly as I can, if he wants me to be quiet he can make me quiet himself.

“Oh fuck.. harder Binnie mm..” He finally makes a quick move, kissing me and wrapping his hand around my neck slightly choking me to make me shut the fuck up. That was so bold I love it.

While I’m still riding him I see Chan walk by in the corner of my eye, looking that the ground even though he knows two of his best friends are fucking practically right in front of him. The tap turns on, assuming he’s getting a glass of water before he sits at the small table that we have in the tiny ass kitchen. “You’re so loud he probably noticed.. shit. What did I say about clenching my dick?” Changbin groans, bringing me down on him faster now, his strong grip making it hard for me to do anything back. All I can feel is him slamming me down onto his thick fucking cock, making my vision blurry as he makes me cum so many times it’s insane. Unreal even. “A-ah y-you’re so f-fast nnngh!” I moan, my head falling backwards as the little pathetic whimpers escape from my mouth. “Fuck.. you’re so hot..!” I start feeling light headed, barely able to stay upright.

“I’m not done yet.” He growls, bringing his hand back up to my neck and turning me back so I’m facing him, my pussy continuing to throb around him as he looks at me, the site of his beautiful face, smirking. Is enough to make me fold alone. Fuck he looks ten times hotter with those bulky ass glasses on his face.

“Shut up guys, you’re gonna wake up Han, especially you.” Chan sighs out loud, rolling his eyes, pointing at me as he does so.

“Make me.” I respond to Chan with a sly grin playing on my lips.

“Cock slut.” He mumbles, climbing up onto the bed with us, I’m surprised the bed can handle all of our weight if I’m being honest. Once Chan gets up he unbuttons his jeans, throwing his pants and boxers onto the group before pulling out a spare condom Changbin had in his bag. Chan’s slightly bigger than Changbin so it just fits onto his length nicely, even though it may be a bit too tight causing his dick to twitch inside of it, it’s not like it’ll be the only time his dick will be twitching inside of something tonight. “Let me borrow her cunt.” Chan smirks, pushing his dick into my wet pussy.

“Chan!” I squeal, biting down on my lower lip to stay quiet. This is so not the time for this. “Shh, just let him take you like the little whore you are” Changbin whispers into my ear. His tongue trails down my body, stopping at my breast to stop and lick at my nipple repeatedly.

“A-ah.. harder. Chan.. use me..” I cry out, bucking my hips to try get more of his dick in my hole. He grabs onto my hips, fucking me hard and fast, making me moan louder than I ever have in my life. “Shit.. fuck!” More whimpers come out of my mouth, my hips bucking against his frantically. “Jesus, fuck. Han’s still sleeping. Gonna have to shut you up with my cock.”Changbin smirks, sliding his cock down my throat, I gag slightly around it, it’s been so long, too fucking long.. Since I’ve had someone fuck my throat until I choke on their cum. “Your body is fucking made for our dicks.” Chan moans, one of his hands reaching up to grope my tits.

“S-slow down.. mmm gomnna cum!” I manage to mumble out, even though my words are muffled by Changbin’s thick cock deep down in my throat. “Do it, show us how much you love our fucking cocks deep inside of your body.” Changbin smirks.

My body reacts straight away to his words, my cunt clenching around Chan’s length as I release myself, cumming all over him. He pulls out and takes off the condom, releasing his seed all over my tits. Changbin follows along, spilling spurts of his warm salty cum on my chest.

“Fuck.” I sigh, tired from all of the pleasure that I just went through.

“Fuck.” Chan repeats after me, catching his breath.

“Fuck indeed. I swear to god if Han heard any of that, I’m never taking you guys camping again.” Changbin scoffs, wrapping an arm around me protectively

#~skulla rxcks #stray kids smut #skz smut #kpop smut #bang chan smut #bangchan smut #changbin smut #seo changbin smut

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hyunsvngs · 7 months

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kinktober !

kink: knifeplay

pairing: kim seungmin x fem!reader

wc: 3k

knifeplay: consensual BDSM edgeplay involving knives, daggers, and swords as a source of stimulation.

It was perfect. You had fake blood all over your room, staining your once blue sheets, but the costume was perfect.

For Halloween, your friends had decided to host a party at one of the dorms. You and your best friend, Jeongin, had decided it would be the best idea to dress up as Sidney Prescott and Ghostface. Your costume was quite easy - you already had an old denim jacket you could cover in blood, and a basic lilac top to go underneath it. When put together with a simple black pair of jeans, you felt completely ready. Your costumes were going to be the best.

The Instagram pictures would be amazing, too, you decided while walking to the party. You didn’t have a long way to walk, and it was quite amusing listening to the kids screaming for candy outside people’s doors - but all you could hope was that one of the members of 3Racha had actually cleaned the dorm this time, and not left it all on Hyunjin.

Music was already booming when you arrived, reverberating around your sober brain and making you wince. Would you regret coming here?

You realised you really did regret it, when the front door swung open and you were met with fox-like eyes in a… a fucking Pokemon trainer costume. Felix emerged from behind him, sharp yellow ears perched on his head and his cheeks covered in red.

“Listen,” Jeongin began, gloved hand reaching out to you. You sighed, shutting your eyes. “It was Felix’s idea. Look at him. He’s really convincing, and I’m sorry I didn’t text, but Chan’s put this stupid no phone ban on and-”

“Look!” Felix chirped, and when you finally saw him… well, you understood what Jeongin meant. He was in yellow dungarees, tail wrapped on a string around his waist and little ears bobbing with his glee. When he looked at you, his face fell. “Oh. Oh, I’m so sorry. Did you guys have something planned, or-”

“No, not at all, Lixie,” You murmured, pulling him in for a hug. He really was so cute. No one could resist him. “I’ll find my Ghostface somewhere.”

Felix nuzzled into the hug, wrapping his arms around you, before he was squealing. “Seungmin’s dressed up as Ghostface! Oh, Innie, did you plan this?”

You blinked, turning to Jeongin. Seungmin was your arch nemesis, but only purely on the basis that you both had some heavily unresolved sexual tension. Jeongin wouldn’t do this to you - or so you thought, because when you looked at his face, he was looking extremely guilty. “I know you have some… issues, but it needs to end now. It’s making things awkward, and, and… you can take pictures together, y’know? Then be friends,” He was mumbling, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. His Pokemon hat obscured most of his face, but you could still see the pout on his lips. Fuck this. You had the two sweetest men in front of you apologising, expecting you to be angry at them, but even you weren’t that mean.

You sighed, finally pushing past the two figures to enter the party. You were immediately attacked by a black plastic streamer dangling from the ceiling, and you swatted it away with a grunt. “It’s fine. Let’s do the pictures, then.”

It had always been the plan - to take pictures all together before the party really got into full swing. You had a feeling you’d been a little late because there were already quite a few people there. Still, you diligently walked into the kitchen behind Felix and Jeongin anyway, where everyone was standing around, conversing.

There he was. Ghostface mask pulled halfway off of his head to reveal dark, menacing features and a black cloak draped over his slender figure. Chunky black boots made an echoing noise as he tapped his foot impatiently on the tile, sipping out of a glass with one gloved hand and the other holding - a knife. It glinted in the light as he spun it around with his fingers, playing way too comfortably with the blade. Oh. Oh, no. Someone was playing a practical joke on you.

“Is that knife real?” You squeaked, and Seungmin turned to you with a glare. “Like, it’s not a prop…? Why do you have a real knife?”

Seungmin raised an eyebrow, then his lips were curling upwards with a smile. “To finally kill you with.”

“Haha, that’s so funny,” You deadpanned, but half of you was considering if he was being genuine about it. It wouldn’t surprise you - he was a sadistic fuck, always had been since you met him. It was why you wanted him so bad. “Let’s take these pictures. I’m already over it.”

Felix fiddled with his camera, flicking off the lens cap and trying to get it in the perfect position on the counter. You scurried in front of Seungmin as he walked over after placing his cup aside. Once Felix had set the timer, he ran in front of the lens and clutched onto Jeongin. Oh, yeah. What was Seungmin supposed to do, given that you were matching?

You had your answer quickly. With one gloved hand, he pulled his mask down and pulled you into him by the waist, and then he was positioning the knife at your exposed collarbone. It nipped teasingly, the blade threatening to draw blood. You looked down in shock, only to see Seungmin’s hand confidently holding the handle - god, was he skilled with this? He hadn’t killed people, hopefully, but… what if he was into something like this?

Wetness pooled in your panties at the thought. It’s a kink straight out of your deepest, darkest desires. The idea of being too scared to move in case the knife bites at your skin, dripping crimson liquid down your body only to be lapped up by the blade again… yeah. It was hot, and for some reason, with your fake-enemy pressed against you, it was even hotter. You didn’t even blink when the flash went off, too focused on trying to keep your breaths even.

Seungmin dropped his hand once the picture was taken, and then he yanked the mask back again. He was staring at you with a bewildered expression, but he looked somewhat impressed. Pulling you to one side by your arm, he gripped your waist again, trapping you against the wall so he could whisper into your ear. “Did you get turned on when I held that knife to your neck?”

“No, what’s wrong with you-“

“I heard you holding your fucking breath,” Seungmin hissed. “That’s fucking insane, you know? Dressing up as Sidney and then getting all… like that. It’s like you wanted me to do it.”

You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest. Seungmin’s eyes flitted around your face. “I was actually meant to match with Jeongin, so maybe I wanted him to.”

“Oh, c’mon,” Seungmin scoffed, rolling his eyes. He pinched his temples, and then he sighed. “I know you want to fuck me. God, I want to fuck you too, so bad. I’m sick of playing this stupid push and pull when I could be upstairs fucking you with this knife to your neck right now.”

Your eyes widened. You let out a puff of air, trying to find the words to say, but you only noticed that fuck, Seungmin was awfully close all of a sudden. His breath was heavy on your burning cheeks. When you looked around the room, you could see that no one had noticed the two of you - Felix was too busy still jumping around and Changbin and Jisung had dressed as Peter Pan and Tinkerbell. You wanted to coo at Changbin, his bulging arms so adorable in the little green dress and wings, but you were definitely more engrossed in what Seungmin had to say.

“The party. We can’t leave, you know?” You finally spoke, and Seungmin pulled back. You wanted to cry. He looked around the room, nodding, before he was pulling the mask back onto his face and obscuring his annoyingly perfect features.

“Half an hour. Jisung’s room, upstairs. Is that alright with you?” His voice was muffled, and you had to crane your head a bit to hear him. You nodded nonetheless, and he gave you a quick wave before disappearing into the crowd of dressed up men.

You sighed heavily. This was about to be the longest half an hour of your life.

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Jisung’s room was chaotic. You had literally no idea why Seungmin had decided on his room out of everyone’s - surely Hyunjin’s would be better, or even Chan’s with the mood lighting? You opened the door anyway, entering the small room and stepping over piles of clothes to lay back on the bed. At least the bedsheets were cleaned. Jisung’s lamp was the only source of light, leaving the room basked in a creepy orange Halloween atmosphere. It definitely fitted the setting.

It had been exactly half an hour. Seungmin was late. Was he ever late? In your whole pseudo-friendship, you were sure he’d never been late, and-

The door burst open and a masked figure emerged. You jolted, sitting upright on your hands and blinking at the man in costume. It briefly crossed your mind that you couldn’t even be sure it was Seungmin, and then he was tearing the mask off, throwing it aside.

“It’s still me,” He said, tone soft. Was he a mind reader as well as a borderline psychopath? You nodded, wiggling forward on the bed when he sat across from you. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Did you bring the knife?” You responded. Seungmin burst out laughing, and then he was bringing it out from his jean pocket, beneath the cloak.

“You are very fucked up. Has anyone ever told you that?” He murmured. You stared at his gloved palms as he threw the knife aside, moving on the bed to pin you down against the mattress. You wiggled impatiently, spreading your legs to allow him between them. Your chest heaved, staring up at him with doe eyes as he blinked down at you.

“‘M not fucked up,” You mumbled, pouting. Seungmin chuckled.

“What was it Billy said in the movie again? ‘It certainly fucked you up, it made you have sex with a psychopath’? Is that not what’s happening right now, baby?” His breath was hitting your face again, and you just couldn’t help it this time. With one hand on the back of his neck, you pulled him down, pressing your lips against his in the filthiest kiss you’d ever shared. Seungmin groaned, hands meeting your waist and delving into your mouth with his tongue. You let him nibble into your bottom lip, let him nearly draw blood with his teeth until you were whining, bucking your hips up for more.

You whined, chasing his lips for more kisses. You heard fabric rustling, and then Seungmin was pressing an ice cold blade to your neck. You shifted immediately, laying back against the pillow and looking up at Seungmin obediently. He just smiled, appearing borderline menacing in the dim lighting of the room. You were so fucking wet.

“You do get off on this,” Seungmin mused. He leaned back on his ankles, letting the knife drag down your body. With a clean swipe, it was cutting through the fabric of your tank top and leaving you in just your bra. “Should I make you bleed, hm?”

“You can- you can do anything you want, Seungmin,” You sighed, arching your back to get more of the feeling of the blade against you. Seungmin bit his lip, dragging the blade down to your jeans. He wouldn’t be able to cut through that fabric - it’s too thick, he’d need something sharper. You could practically see the cogs turning in his head and then he was shaking his head, unbuttoning your jeans and yanking them down your legs. They balanced precariously on one ankle, and you kicked them off before eyeing Seungmin up and down. “Are you… gonna get naked, or?”

“I have different plans for tonight,” Seungmin replied quickly. He gripped the knife firmer this time, until he was dragging it down to your underwear. You knew you were wet, and you shut your eyes and moaned loudly when he pressed the blade into the wet spot forming in the fabric. You thanked every god that the music was still just as loud as earlier. “I’m going to finger you and play around with this knife. I don’t think you could handle more tonight.”

He was right. Another thing that irritated you beyond belief was the fact that Seungmin seemed to read your mind. First with your silly knife play kink, and now with the fact that you definitely couldn’t handle full blown sex tonight. You would’ve tried, and gotten yourself all fuzzy over it - but he knew better.

“Okay,” You agreed. He hummed once more, and then he hooked the blade into the lace of your underwear, cutting them off of your body. He was a bit heavy handed though, and your legs thrashed when the blade nicked your skin just a little, causing a small crimson red cut to bloom on your hip bone.

“Oh, would you look at that?” He ogled the cut, running his thumb over it. It made you whine in pain, yet he ignored you and thrust his thumb into your mouth. The taste was tangy, a bit too metallic for your liking but the whole thing was so fucking hot you couldn’t deny him anything. “Did you like that, too? Okay. We’ll explore that another time.”

Seungmin threw the knife aside once more, and then two long fingers were pressing into your folds. You laid there with legs spread, letting him explore every dip and crevice in your pussy and examine how wet you were. You knew you were dripping, and he did too - it was just a waiting game.

You squirmed, bucking your hips up. “I’m wet enough. I promise that I am, just-“

You gasped when he pressed the knife against your throat again. You hadn’t even seen him grab it. “Stay fucking still,” He warned. “I decide when you’re ready.”

Well, you could definitely get on board with that. Seungmin sunk his middle finger into you nonetheless, meeting no resistance. Your hole was dripping around him, leaking down to his knuckle and making him sigh in approval at the sight. He still had his gloves on, the faux leather buttery and smooth inside of your hole. “This pussy’s tight, huh?”

“I’d clench it for you,” You breathed out, letting one of your hands grab your tits over your bra. The knife was still pressed tightly against the column of your throat, but you managed to pull your tits out of the lace, making Seungmin’s eyes instantly flit down to your pebbled nipples. He started to thrust his finger inside of you, the material of his gloves dragging on your rim. “I’d- I’d clench around your cock, Seungie. Make it so tight for you.”

“Yeah?” Seungmin breathed. On his next thrust in, he pushed another finger in, and then he was curling two directly at that lovely spongy spot inside of you. “I’ll look forward to it, baby. Do my fingers feel good?”

“So good,” You gushed, tweaking your nipples with your fingers. “It’s so good, and- the knife, oh god-“

“Is it like you imagined, yeah?” He moved up to your side, easing his pressure on the blade so you could turn your head and kiss him. It was just as filthy, and he moaned in approval when your walls fluttered around his digits. When he pulled away, a string of saliva connected you both. “Maybe next time, I’ll fuck you with the handle of the knife.”

You keened, starting to bounce your hips against his hand. He obliged with your movements, pressing his palm up against your clit and letting you grind the sensitive bud into his calloused hand. It was just the right amount of soft and rough, making your toes curl in your socks and your orgasm build steadily, a white hot pleasure in your pussy.

“It’s- I need it-“

“God, do you even know what you need?” Seungmin chuckled, kissing your cheek. “I think you need to cum for me, don’t you?”

You nodded erratically, letting your head fall onto his shoulder. Seungmin dropped the knife to his opposite side once more, replacing it with a firm grip to your throat with his spare hand. The sight of his gloved digits around your throat and restricting your airflow had you wailing once more, gripping his wrist and grinding with renewed fervour.

“I think- oh, I’m gonna cum,” Your lips parted, letting out muted moans and whines at the feeling of his fingers inside of you. “Oh, yeah, I’m gonna cum!”

“Cum for me then, no need to make a noise,” Seungmin was still amused, and you gasped before you were cumming. “That’s it, there you go.”

You felt your hole gush around his fingers, soaking the material of his gloves with white cum and your clit throbbing through your orgasm. It felt good, not only to cum but to also finally have some tension resolved with such a prominent person in your life.

When you finally came to, you were still gasping, breath heavy and burning your lungs with every exhale. You heard Seungmin coo at you, laying back and dragging you onto his chest.

“Good?” He questioned, and you nodded.

Then, something hit you. “Seungmin?” He hummed in response. “You cut my shirt open. What do I wear for the rest of the party?”

Seungmin stopped breathing, and then he burst out laughing, full body laughs wreaking havoc on his body.

“It’s not funny!” You whined, but you were giggling too, slapping his chest playfully.

“You can wear the cloak, baby,” He kissed your nose. “I have clothes on underneath.”

You hummed, nodding. “You still have to wear the mask though.”

“Fuckin’ freak,” He mumbled, but he was still grinning.

“You like it.”

Seungmin kissed you again, chaste and sweet. “Unfortunately, yes.”

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yxngbxkkie · 7 months

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surprises (b.c)

two fics in one day isn't a common thing 🫢 i'm doing a fic of 3racha in NY for each one, so all that's left is hanji 🫢 I hope you guys like this and look forward to the next! 💓💓

feedback is greatly appreciated 🥰

Your heart is racing in your chest as you've been waiting for this moment for almost two months. You sit on a bench in Central Park, noticing a family having a picnic in the middle of the field. A smile reaches your lips as you watch the father chase his daughter around.

"Cute," you whisper to yourself, pulling your phone out. 6:43 pm.

You and Skijigi came up with a plan together to surprise your boyfriend, Chan, since the two of you haven't been able to see each other in a while.

"Just a little bit longer," you mumble to yourself, locking your phone before slipping it back into the hoodie pocket.

A shiver runs down your spine as the chilly wind brushes your clothed skin. You put the hood of your hoodie up, pulling the drawstrings to keep the warmth in.

You begin to glance around again, noticing two people walking in your direction. Your breath hitches in your throat as you recognize Chan.

You stand up from the bench, not being able to wait any longer. You start walking towards the two, and you giggle as Chan keeps his head down. You press your lips together before deciding to bump into him.

Skijigi slows down a bit without the man beside him knowing, wanting to give the two of you space to reunite. You purposely bump your shoulder with Chan's before instantly apologizing.

"Shit, I'm sorry," you keep your laugh in, placing one of your hands on his shoulder.

Chan looks up to apologize as well, only for his eyes to widen when he sees you. "Y/N?" He asks, looking around for his manager.

"Hi, baby," you chuckle, clasping your hands together.

He grins, dimples indenting his cheeks. "I can't believe you're here," he mentions before bringing you into a hug. "Hi, my baby."

You wrap your arms around his neck, your chuckling continuing. You hide your face in the crook of his neck as his grip on you tightens.

"What are you doing here?" Chan asks after pulling away, his hands moving to your shoulders.

"I came to surprise my boyfriend," you tell him, lifting a hand to pinch his cheek. "I missed you, so Skijigi and I came up with a plan."

Chan moves his hands to your face, stroking your cheeks before kissing you softly. "How did I get so lucky?" He sighs.

"Turns out," you pause, gaining his full attention again, "you're real cute, baby."

His cheeks start to blush, and you know for a fact that his ears are turning red under his black beanie. You lean on your toes, planting another kiss on his lips.

"I love you," Chan whispers against your lips, one of his hands slipping behind your head.

"I love you too, Channie," you mumble, resting your forehead on his. "Wanna take a walk?"

He nods his head, and you grab a hold of his hand, lacing your fingers together. You rest your head against his shoulder as you and Chan begin to walk through Central Park together.

"Are you guys excited for tomorrow?" You ask him as your free hand rests on his bicep.

"Yeah. Han and Changbin are probably the most excited though," he laughs while you shift your head to look at him. "They're actual kids sometimes, I swear."

You let out a loud laugh, nodding your head in agreement. "They are kids, Channie," you remind him, picking at the fabric of his hoodie.

"Anyway, we're very excited. The other members have wished us luck multiple times already. I wish they could've been here," he sighs, shoving his free hand into his pocket.

"I know," you squeeze his bicep in reassurance. "There's always next time, remember that."

Chan nods his head before kissing the top of your head. "Thank you, baby," he whispers loud enough for you to hear. "What would I do without you?"

"Crash and burn," you joke with him, nudging his shoulder with yours. He laughs with you before playfully rolling his eyes.

"You're probably right," Chan giggles as he starts swinging your conjoined hands. "Hey, I've got a question."

The smile falls from your lips at the serious tone of his voice. "Yeah? What's up, baby?" You ask him, beginning to feel a little nervous.

He stops walking and pulls you off of the path. That way, you're not in anyone else's way. Chan holds both of your hands, his dark eyes looking into yours. You squeeze them gently, signaling for him to ask his question.

"Would you move in with me?" He asks you, causing your eyes to widen.

"Really?" You ask in disbelief.

Chan nods his head, smiling fondly at you. You pout at him as you can feel tears brimming your eyes. "Oh, baby, don't cry," he panics slightly, releasing your hands to hold your face.

"Sorry, I'm just -" you laugh, shaking your head. "I would love to move in with you, Channie."

"Yeah?" He beams, eyes lighting up at your words.

You nod your head, and he leans in to capture your lips in a kiss. He deepens the kiss immediately, and you hook your arms around his neck. After the two of you pull away, Chan wraps his arms around you before lifting you slightly.

"Are the guys okay with it?" You ask after he puts you down.

"I've already spoken with them, and they don't mind you moving in," he assures you, "plus, you practically already live there."

You giggle. "You're right."

Chan quickly kisses your lips again. "When we get home, I'll help move your stuff in," he grins widely.

"I love you, Channie."

He kisses your forehead, mumbling, "I love you too, Y/N. So much."

tagging: @thewxntersoldier @reddesert-healourblues @spacegirlstuff @moon0fthenight @foxinnie8 @like-a-diamondinthesky

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seunmong-in · 1 month

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•Midnight sessions & Love Confessions🌙🤍•

Genre: Fluff, best friends to lovers, flirting, slight sass on Chan’s part, cursing (very minimal) Idol!HanxReader

Words: 1.6K

A/N: This is my first time writing again in almost 5 years... Hopefully, you guys enjoyed this as much as I did!! If you guys want to see more of this please reblog/like the post or if you have any feedback please DM me!!

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“Okay Y/N, that was good but do you think you can sound like you're actually in love? You know, like how you are in love with Jisung.”

You glare at Chan while you mouth the words “Fuck you” to him. As Chan and Binnie start laughing at you as you simply roll your eyes. The boys have been teasing you about your crush on Jisung, the other 1/3 of the 3racha, for a while now. They accidentally found out about your feelings for him a few months ago during one of your usual movie nights at your place. Since then, they have been either making jokes or pushing you to confess your feelings to him. However, you have always refused, thinking that he doesn't feel the same way and you didn’t want to jeopardize your friendship with him. After all, Jisung has been your best friend for years and you both have been inseparable since you debuted together. You walk out of the booth frustrated and sat on the couch. Chan and Binnie at the same time turned their chairs around to face you. It was already 12:30 AM and you were exhausted.

“Why can’t you give this part to Lee Know or Seungmin, they can sing this better than I can anyway,” you say stubbornly, closing your eyes for a few seconds.

"Because I had you in mind to sing the girl's response to this love song, Y/n. Plus, Bin and I have been wanting you to sing this for the past year now. We've even discussed having you as our featured artist for this album so you really can't back out now princess," Chan responded with a smile.

You couldn't really argue with Chan about this because he brings up a good point. You and the boys have been begging management for a song collaboration for years, and as soon as they agreed, you all teased the collaboration to your respective fanbases. Scrapping it now would be a waste of time and bad from a publicity standpoint. Knowing you had no way out of this session for at least tonight, you groaned as you stood up back up from the couch and walked back into the booth, grabbing on the headphones that rested on the mic. Once you had the headphones situated properly and the lyrics in front of you, you look at Binnie for the next instructions.

“Okay Y/n, start from the top of the second verse until you reach the bridge. Remember, try to sing this as if you're falling in love. Put lots of emotion into this bunny,”

You nod while Chan signals to Binnie to hit the record button. The instrumentals start playing as you take a deep breath, closing your eyes, and trying to mimic the feeling of being in love. Instantly, you pictured Jisung in front of you, smiling ear to ear as he cheers you on from the other side. You couldn’t help but crack open a soft smile as memories of the two of you played in your mind. You start to recall all the times he saved you from bad blind dates and all the all-nighters you both would pull just because you both got heavily attached to some anime series that was 10 years old. You continued to sing into the mic, putting all the emotions you were feeling into it and not missing a beat. This was something you didn’t do in your first couple of recordings. You were so deep into your feelings, channeling that feeling of being in love, that you didn’t even realize you were hitting all of the high notes in the bridge that Chan originally took out because you couldn’t hit them. Once the music starts to fade away, the memories of Jisung and you fade away too. You slowly open your eyes to see not only Chris and Binnie smiling at you, but Jisung was also in the room, staring at you in amazement. He pushes Chris over to the side and speaks into the mic.

“Damn Y/n that was absolutely fucking amazing!! Who knew you had that in you, Angel.”

Angel... He just called you angel. He’s only ever called you Bubba or Bubbles but never Angel... You feel your face turning red as you quickly put the headphones back down on the mic and walk out of the booth.

Ignoring that you are blushing over this new nickname, Jisung attacks you in a hug as he whispers in your ear about how beautiful you sounded in your recording. When did Ji sneak in? Did the boys text him to come sit in as you sang? Did he see you blush when he called you angel? You were so deep into thought trying to figure out what just happened, that you didn’t hear Chan talking to you.

“Earth to Y/nnnn, did you hear anything I just said.”

“Huh, no sorry what did you say Channie?” You let go of Jisung's embrace, and as you turn to face Chan, you see him smirking. Unlike Jisung, he could tell you were clearly blushing over the compliments you were receiving.

“I said I think we finally got our take. If you want, you can go home for the night since I know it’s getting late, and we can play it back first thing in the morning for you.”

Sighing in relief, you agree while you pack up your things. You thank the boys for having to spend/ deal with you the last few hours, telling them you will see them in the morning, and start to walk out of the room when Jisung stops you.

“Y/n wait up!” He grabs you by the arm, spinning you around.

“Here let me take you home, it’s late and cold out.”

“Oh Ji, I don’t want to bother you with that! I was planning to Uber home anyway.”

“Well, luckily you aren’t bothering me with asking since I am also the one offering. Plus it is my civil duty as your best friend, so I am taking you home and that's final. Now come on, Angel.”

He interlocks his hand into yours as you both walk out of the company building and go to his car. You couldn’t help but look down as you try to contain your smile though this is something the both of you usually do consistently. Jisung walks up to the passenger's side of his car and opens it for you, bowing down and signaling for you to hop in. You giggle at his silly gesture as you playfully curtsey back to him and get in. It’s moments like these you can’t help but fall more in love with him. He closes your door and quickly runs over to his side of the car, turning it on. He puts on some random playlist and he puts the car in drive.

“Alrighty, off to your house.”

After 10 minutes of listening to music in silence, you finally arrived at your apartment building. You could see from above your sister’s lights were still on which means she was still up playing video games with Felix and I.N. As you turned to face Jisung, thanking him for the ride home, you noticed he was already facing you, softly smiling.

"I know I said this earlier at the studio in front of the boys, but I really meant it when I said you really killed it with the song, Y/n. I can seriously listen to you sing all day."

That compliment made your heart skip a beat. You couldn't believe what you just heard. Although you are very talented and often hear comments like that from fans, there was something different about hearing it come from Jisung. It made you feel all bubbly inside as if you had butterflies fluttering everywhere.

"I am being 100 percent honest, Y/n. Hearing you sing with such passion and emotion, I would be lying if I said I didn't fall in love with your voice. I mean, I am already in love wit--" Jisung stops speaking as he covers his mouth and quickly looks down.

You look at him, taking a moment to process what was just said. Han Jisung, your best friend and long-time crush, has unintentionally confessed his love for you. Now the car is now truly silent as the music stops playing. With some newfound confidence, you reach over and gently lift his chin. He looks at you with red cheeks, clearly embarrassed, and tries to avoid your eye contact. You couldn’t help but smile as you finally, say the words he's been longing to hear.

“I am in love with you too Ji.”

Jisung grabs your face and kisses you passionately, and within seconds, you feel a rush of sparks running through your body. It's the answer you've been waiting for after years of not knowing. As Jisung pulls away, he places his forehead against yours.

“I've been waiting to do that since we first met, Angel.”

“I’ve been waiting for the same thing Ji.” You smile at him as you kiss him again.

After that night, the two of you officially became a couple. The boys were ecstatic to learn that you both had finally confessed your feelings to each other after almost a year of teasing. You also later find out that Jisung had actually written the song that had become a global #1 hit as a confession of his feelings towards you, not Chan and Binnie as you had initially thought.

So not only do you have the #1 love song trending worldwide, but you also got the best boyfriend by your side.

#straykids smau #straykids fluff #han jisung #han x reader #straykids imagines #stray kids #skz x reader #skz fluff #skz scenarios #skz han #skz 3racha #skz stay #skz imagines #skz fanfic #skz x y/n #stray kids x you

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milkteabinniechan · 5 months

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bf binnie <3 pt 2

synopsis: Changbin has been your *unofficial* boyfriend for a few months now. You hold hands/kiss in public and sometimes go on dates. But neither of you have introduced each other as bf/gf. One day you decide to bring Changbin his lunch while he records a new song with the rest of 3racha...

warnings: penetration, unprotected s*x, subby talk, implied aftercare! probably typos.

You had just finished the final touches on the sushi roll and dim sum. fresh edamame was placed delicately next to it. The fruit cup was already packed. the metal checklist you had made was nearly complete. "hmm. strawberry milk or matcha?" you wondered. You knew he'd like either one, binnie was good like that. You had burned the dinner on more than one occassion and binnie was more than happy to eat it, picking off the burned pieces and giving you the biggest smile.

You decided on strawberry milk and zipped the lunch bag closed. You checked your watch to make sure you were still on schedule for his break. He should be the only one in the studio today anyway, but you still don't want to interrupt him unless it's time.

The drive to the studio was always easy. The security guard at the front desk always greeted you with a smile and asked how your day was going. You just smiled back. You wanted to shout that you were on your way to see the most amazing man but you just smiled back. The elevator dinged on the studio floor. Your heart was beating so fast. Even though you had just seen Changbin the other day, you couldn't wait to see his face. Ah that perfect face. You take a step then another toward the studio door, you reach for the door handle and push the door open slowly.

"anyone here? Maybe a super cute, funny and sexy boyfriend..?" Your voice trails off as your eyes meet not Changbin's but Han's and Chan's as well. They were all standing, and staring, at you.

Han spoke first, "boyfriend?" He chuckled. "And which one of us are speaking to, y/n?"

You could feel your face growing hotter. Your mouth was dry. You tried to speak, "I was just... Well.. I was.."

"come on, man." Chan spoke up and pushed Han's shoulder lightly. "Leave y/n alone." His attention turned to you, "Changbin ran out to get something, he should be back any minute."

You smiled thankfully at Chan and made a quick b-line toward the couch. Just as you sat down, Changbin walked through the studio door with his eyes glued to his phone screen. " Sorry guys I was just trying to call..." Han interrupted him "check the couch, hot stuff." Changbin looked confused at Han, then Chan then the couch. His eyes grew wide when he saw you. "Hey! I was just trying to call you! I wanted to hear your voice so I..." He sat down next to you on the couch and stroked your face lightly with his thumb, his hand cupping your chin.

Suddenly you were both painfully aware of the other two in the room. Both of them staring and watching and waiting. "I... Called you my boyfriend." You confessed. Binnie looked puzzled for a moment then looked around the room, then back at you, "well, that's what I am. Right?" You smiled wide. "Right." You replied, placing your hand on his face. His cheeks were warm. It made you want to feel his arms, his hair, his legs... You looked back at Han and Chan for some kind of help. Thankfully Chan had picked up on your nonverbal cues and cleared his throat, pushed han toward the door and gave you a reassuring nod. "They like you, you know. Changbin said with a smirk. "Well, I like them too," you giggled.

"I made you a lunch, binnie." You whispered as you slowly lifted yourself off the couch to straddle yourself on top of him." He growled low when you sat yourself down. "You did?" He whispered back. Pushing your hair back to one side, exposing your neck. Placing little kissed on the soft, sensitive skin. Your thighs clenched around his. You slowly start to move your hips without even realizing. You needed him so badly and he knew it. Your panties were already wet and he had barley even touched you. How does he do that?

You run both of your hands down his chest and slowly start to undo his belt. A deep moan comes across your ear as Changbin reached up your skirt and hooks his thumbs around the lining of your panties. You smile at the thought of deciding to wear a skirt today. As he started to slide your panties down, he stops. Instead he places to fingers at the base of your cunt and pushes your panties to the side. The bulge inside his pants practically breaking away from his jeans. As you pull his full length out, surprised again at the sheer girth of him, binnie lifts you up just enough to slip inside. Your back arched slightly as you grab his back for some kind of support. He fills you immediately. All at once he is too much and not enough. Your skin becomes hot as his hands find your hips.

Changbin starts at a slow pace. Rhythmically moving in and out of you. The noises almost pornographic and he inches deeper and deeper inside. "More, please." You whine in his ear. "You want faster, baby?" He growled back. His pace picking up, hands gripping your hips tighter. The sound of slapping making him harder by the second.

"baby, you're taking me so well. Look at you. You're doing so great. How's that feel?" His soft words sending tingles all through your body. You could feel the build up in your core. It was growing stronger. Your legs were shaking now. "I want to cum, binnie, can I?" you begged. You loved asking for permission. You loved turning to putty in his arms. "Come on babygirl, say please for me." He nibbled your ear lobe as he continued to increase his speed. Slamming into now with a volume that you were sure anyone could hear. "Please binnie, please!" You cry out. So desperate for release.

"come for me, baby." Changbin mumbled into your hair. That was exactly what you needed. Electric waves shoot through your entire body. That was all binnie needed too. He filled you up the moment you orgasmed. Both of you emptying out into each other. You felt it everywhere, every inch. He was all over you. You collapse on top of him. Both of you breathing heavy and holding each other tight. "I love you so much, baby. So much." Changbin kissed your forehead tenderly. "Now, about that lunch, what are we having?"

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wooahaes · 6 months

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a little less daunting

pairing: non-idol!3racha & gn!reader

genre: comfort fic.

word count: ~0.7k

warnings: reader is Going Through It. food mentions. depression mentions.

daisy's notes: i need them :(

Sometimes it felt like your friends always knew when you needed them the most. Case in point: they had shown up to your apartment with homemade food while you were in the throes of your third crying fit in the past few hours. The bad part was that they had caught you, but the good part… Well… You trusted them, plain and simple, to be kind to you now. It was hard getting to this point, sure, but the feeling of Changbin’s arms around you was unmatched by anything else.

Chris had taken initiative, his hug warm but fleeting as he called Jisung over to help him set your little dining table so the four of you could enjoy dinner together. Changbin, on the other hand, had settled into his task pretty easily: hugging you. His arms were strong around you, making you silently thankful for how often the guy worked out. He was built like a teddy bear in your opinion (as were Chris and Jisung—maybe you had a type when it came to close friendships…?), and just as snuggly as one. Every time you tried to pull away, he’d whine at you. Of course, you knew Changbin well enough to know that if you needed to get up, he’d let you go the moment you said something. Changbin knew you well enough to know that too much affection made you feel guilty.

So did Chris and Jisung. That was kind of the reason Chris told Changbin to “not let you go” unless necessary.

“You guys really don’t have to do this,” you said, arms wrapped around Changbin now (he’d let you go long enough to let you turn around, so you could fully embrace how cuddly he was). “I mean it.”

“And I’ve already told you that we wanted to,” Chris was rooting around in one of the drawers. “Did you rearrange shit?”

You suddenly remembered your two-in-the-morning need to do something, to rearrange something, and how that manifested in you dumping out your drawers, washing everything inside, and rearranging everything. There was a reason you’d been using and rewashing the same few utensils for the past few days. “... Maybe.”

Changbin squeezed you a little tighter, raising his voice as he looked to Chris, “Check the other drawer already, we’re hungry.”

Jisung pulled open the drawer closest to the sink and immediately found what he and Chris been looking for. “Why are they over here…?”

“Because I thought moving the drawer next to the sink would make doing dishes easier,” you whined. “And now every time I’m by my microwave, I keep reaching into the wrong drawer.”

Chris shook his head, already opening up a cabinet to find cups. “I’ll fix it.”

“You don’t have to—”

“It’s fine,” he said. “When’s the last time you cleaned?”

For a moment, you said nothing. When was the last time you really cleaned…? You’d been decent about bagging up and taking your trash out, but washing things and whatnot?

“Nevermind. We’ll take care of it,” Chris sighed, shaking his head. Fuck, you failed again. He set the cups aside, making his way over to wrap his arms around you and Changbin. “If you’re struggling, all you have to do is call me. I’ll come over.”

“Call us,” Jisung said as he quickly approached. “That’s what we’re here for.”

Part of you wanted to refute it. They were your close friends, nothing more—but Chris had always insisted that you all were practically family now. Instead, you stayed silent, and shut your eyes for a moment, just savoring the warmth of having friends who loved you showing it in so many ways. You felt the kiss that Chris pressed against the top of your head before he pulled away, saying something about how he’d looked up some of those recipes you’d talked about before and hopefully made the right one. He’d dragged Changbin and Jisung over to his place hours ago just to make a couple other things for the four of you to share…

And suddenly the world felt a little less daunting, at least for a minute.

taglist: @twancingyunhao @weird-bookworm @jinnie-ret

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sweetracha · 8 months

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3racha hard thought:

3racha coming home from work only to see their precious little bunny wearing only jisungs hoodie and sleeping on the couch as they instantly became needy for their precious bunny

My 3racha love always comes in with the best asks!!!

Imagine that the boys had to be away from you all day. Usually at least one boy stays back but today all three were needed. Han made sure to put his hoodie at the top of your pile before leaving.

They were tired as the stumbled through the door at 2am. Han went straight for the kitchen while Changbin ran to the restroom. Chan however went into the living room to find exactly what he was looking for. He knew he'd find his sweet bunny laying on the couch, fast asleep. Scooping you up resulted in Han's hoodie riding up revealing your tiny panties. The ones Changbin loved with the little bow.

Chan met the boys in the kitchen with you bridal style in his arms, fast asleep. Han came over and immediately felt a hard on when he saw you almost naked in his clothing. Chan winked at Binnie before showing him your panties. The groan that left him subconsciously made you wet.

"She looks so peaceful..." Han whined, almost trying to convince himself of something.

"She seems so tired. She is out cold" Changbin pulled the hood up around your puffy face.

"But look" Chan signaled to your pink socks with a bit of frill at the ankle. The socks you wore when indicating you were okay with less than innocent acts in your sleep. "Shall we?"

The boys all nodded. Chan's hand cupped your face and shook you softly.

"Time to wake up, Bunny"

(Unedited)

#stray kids #skz #stray kids smut #skz smut #🍑 answers #bang chan #changbin #han jisung

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fizzydrink698 · 2 years

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apartment 3R | hyunjin

pairing: hwang hyunjin x reader

word-count: 3.6k

genre: college au, artist!hyunjin

warnings: some cursing, excessively shirtless 3racha appearances, honestly this might be one of the most wholesome things i’ve written

summary:

There’s a short pause, before you hear footsteps and the scrape of the lock turning.

And then, the door swings open.

You are met with a person who is very much not Hyunjin.

And is very much not wearing a shirt.

Hyunjin texts you at 9:30AM. The message is only two words long, but the emotion contained within it is overwhelming.

Hyunjin: Save. Me.

You snort, abandoning the morning cup of tea in front of you as you text back.

You: are they doing the chicken thing again?

Hyunjin: Bin just put it in a fucking SMOOTHIE. I need to leave. Now.

You: the chicken was cooked, right?

Hyunjin: I don’t care. Please please can you head over now?

Hyunjin: I’m this close to committing murder via blender.

Hyunjin: Think of my future :’(

You check the time, and dutifully start chugging the rest of your tea. When you reach the final dregs sitting at the bottom of the cup, you text back a reply to end his misery.

You: i’ll be there in like twenty minutes. stay safe until then

Hyunjin: You’re the love of my life.

You: yes i am

You: remind me to pick up leaflets on the dangers of salmonella

You: i hear food poisoning is bad for your gains

Hyunjin: Fuck their gains.

You: it sounds like they would if they could

You slide your phone into your back pocket. Stopping only to put your mug in the sink and slide on your most comfortable pair of shoes, you head straight for the front door.

The walk to Hyunjin’s apartment is beautiful. Late summer has brought warm sunshine and the brightest shades of green to the trees that line the streets, almost glowing in their last few weeks before autumn would set in. Part of you longs to detour through the nearby park, where you know the rosebushes will be in bloom, but you keep to the quickest route instead. A good friend chooses to save their friend from whatever meathead jocks he apparently lives with first, and admire the scenery second.

You may or may not slow down near a boutique shop, checking your reflection in the store window. The sudden rush to get to Hyunjin’s meant you didn’t get to add the final touches to your appearance, and you take a moment to adjust slightly – tucking the end of your belt into the belt loop of your jeans, fidgeting with your necklace chain until fell just right across your chest. You had risked wearing a tank-top, gambling on the good weather to continue throughout the day. You always felt so warm when you went on these little trips with Hyunjin, as you navigated through the crowds of tourists.

Maybe you should have worn your boots.

No, that would be stupid. With the amount of walking you’d be doing today, your feet would be aching by the end.

But they really would go with your outfit so well.

And Hyunjin had complimented them when you last wore them, which–

You straighten up, turning sharply on your heel and continuing to walk down the street with purpose. Inside, your stomach flutters a little, and you firmly push the feeling aside. Compliments from Hyunjin do not matter, and you don’t need to think too hard about them.

You also don’t need to think about how this is the first time you get to see his new place.

Because that also doesn’t matter.

Hyunjin has seen your place plenty of times. And you had seen his dorm room multiple times last year, so really what is the difference now? There is no difference, it’s just a new apartment with the same old face living in it.

The same old face that also grew his hair out over the summer. And graduated from simply sending short messages over the dorm floor groupchat to private DMs to long, adorably excited conversations with you over the phone about art to spending almost every weekend hanging out with you.

Same old face. Nothing else to add.

Nothing at all.

Your stomach flutters again, nerves beginning to bubble within you as you draw closer to his apartment building.

It’s a cute building – picturesque, built with old red-brick and has little flowerboxes outside each window. It’s easy to picture Hyunjin living there, gazing out his window and painting in the early morning, descending those stone steps on his way to get coffee from the little café on the corner.

It’s harder to imagine these mystery jocks in the same place. All you can picture is the same copy-and-paste template of a classic gymbro, chugging protein shakes and jogging along the street, grocery bags full of chicken breast swinging from each huge arm.

You stop to double-check the apartment number, and press the right button on the intercom.

It rings. You clear your throat as you wait, shifting your weight to your other foot as you tug your bag strap a little higher up your shoulder.

Then, rather than a voice answering the intercom, you’re met with the loud buzz of the front door unlocking.

You blink, thrown for a moment, but shrug it off quickly. Hyunjin was in a rush to leave, it makes sense that he’d be hurrying you up to the apartment as soon as possible. Honestly, you should have been surprised that he wasn’t waiting on the steps already.

So, you push open the doors to the apartment block, and ascend the steps two at a time. Hyunjin’s apartment must be on the third floor, judging by the number, and you manage to make it up there without too much hassle. You’re only a little out of breath as you knock on the door, your other hand pressed against the wall next to it, supporting your weight as you lean slightly.

There’s a short pause, before you hear footsteps and the scrape of the lock turning.

And then, the door swings open.

You are met with a person who is very much not Hyunjin.

And is very much not wearing a shirt.

You blink, trying to ingest this new information all at once, too floored to even try to back up and give the half-naked guy some space.

He stares back, eyes widening. His mouth parts, as if he’s about to speak, but no words manage to make their way out.

He’s pretty, your brain notes in a daze. Big brown eyes, almost like a Disney Princess.

“…You’re not the delivery guy,” he finally says, still staring.

“Uh...no, not last time I checked?” You reply, just as thrown.

He nods, dimly – and suddenly snaps out of it. You watch the way he starts to flush, pink staining his cheeks. Thanks to his wardrobe choices, or lack thereof, you’ve got a front-row seat to watch the way it travels down his neck, fading slowly until it just barely lingers near his collarbones.

Your eyes flicker back up to his face, only a little guiltily. You clear your throat again, and raise an eyebrow. “Wait, are you usually shirtless for the delivery guy?”

“No,” he says, so defensively that it’s almost definitely a lie. “I – wait, why…who even are you?”

“Hyunjin’s friend,” you reply, straightening up and removing your hand from the wall. “This…this is Hyunjin’s place, right?”

It has to be, unless by some miracle, there are two apartments in this building with shirtless gymbros walking around.

Which…also wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world, now that you think about it.

The guy’s eyes light up in recognition, as his body relaxes slightly. Suddenly, to your slight confusion, his eyes flicker downwards and back up, as if he’s taking you in from head to toe.

“Wait, that’s you? You’re the one he does the nerdy art shit with?”

You want to take offense at the phrase ‘nerdy art shit’, except that honestly might be the most accurate way to describe what you and Hyunjin do with your weekends.

“Yep.”

His flush suddenly deepens as he realises exactly what he said. “Uh, I didn’t mean…I didn’t mean ‘shit’ like shit, I meant…you know, like stuff.”

“Yeah, I figured.”

“And not, like…not ‘nerdy’ in a bad way–”

“I mean, it’s pretty fucking nerdy, I can’t lie,” you say, fighting the urge to smirk at his verbal backspacing.

“Nerdy’s good, you know? I like nerdy,” he clarifies. And then almost chokes as he hurries to add. “But not, like, in a–”

Before he can finish shoving his foot any deeper into his mouth, Hyunjin suddenly appears from behind him, smiling at you with a look of pure relief. “Hey! You’re early!”

“Am I?” You ask, checking the time on your phone. Apparently, the journey had only taken you about twelve minutes and not the twenty that Google Maps had promised. “Huh. I guess I am.”

“I’m just getting all my shit together. While you’re here, actually, I could show you that new easel I thrifted,” Hyunjin says. He then glances at his shirtless roommate, unimpressed. “If this asshole wants to…you know, move anytime soon?”

The roommate, who had been sneaking little looks at you out of the corner of his eye throughout this exchange, suddenly blinks and whips his head towards Hyunjin. “Huh? Oh, right, yeah.”

He shuffles backwards, giving you plenty of space to slip past him.

“I’m Han, by the way,” he says, lifting his hand up in a strange almost-wave.

“Nice to meet you,” you nod back, returning his half-wave before you start following Hyunjin to his room.

His room is at the end of the little hallway, and you can’t hide the way you stare in awe as you step through the door behind in.

It’s so perfectly…Hyunjin. A strange combination of stylishly sleek and wonderfully cosy, from the stark minimalism of the black furnishings to the knickknacks on his shelves to the cluster of photos pinned up above his desk. There was a huge window, stretching almost from the ceiling to the floor, with a perfect view of the tree-lined streets outside. And next to it, complete with canvas and a rough half-finished sketch of a future masterpiece, stood the easel Hyunjin had gushed about for a full half-hour the afternoon he found it in a second-hand store.

“Oh, that easel looks fancy,” you say, smiling as you look over it. You don’t know enough about art supplies themselves to form a more educated opinion, but you can certainly appreciate a cool easel when you see one. “Was it expensive?”

“Nowhere near as expensive as it should have been,” Hyunjin says, with no small delight, turning around to beam at you as he stands next to it. He’s illuminated by the soft morning light from the window, giving him an almost ethereal glow. His hair is loose, dyed back to the dark black it was when you first met him, and frames his face so perfectly.

Not for the first time, you think of how Hyunjin is just as much a work of art as the paintings he raves about.

You realise Hyunjin is speaking again, and try your best to snap out of the daze he’s put you in.

“…And honestly, I almost felt bad about it. But one of the legs was damaged, so they knocked off a little more from the price. Chan helped me fix it up in, like, ten minutes so that wasn’t even a problem. And it doesn’t take up as much space as I thought, I thought I’d have to move the desk over but look! It fits so well. It’s literally the best thing I’ve ever bought in my life. I didn’t even want to touch it for a few days, and I didn’t know what to paint, because I figured the first one had to be special but as soon as I started, it was like…so cool.”

Hyunjin pauses his excited rambling to take a breath, and you can’t help but smile at him.

“It’s pretty cool,” you agree, and your chest warms a little at how wide Hyunjin smiles at your words.

“Yeah. I…” Hyunjin trails off, and begins to look a little sheepish. “I like it a lot. As you can probably tell.”

“Just a little, yeah,” you tease him lightly. “But that’s good. I like seeing you so excited.”

Bashful, Hyunjin laughs a little and steps away from the easel. “Yeah, I…uh, right, just give me a minute to grab my keys and stuff.”

He turns toward his desk, rummaging through the stray pieces of paper, the notebooks, the odd sketching pencil or two. You wander up behind him, wanting a closer look at the photos he has pinned up.

You recognise some of them as Seungmin’s, taken last year when the three of you shared a dorm floor. There’s some artsy-looking pictures of the university campus, mixed in with pictures of Hyunjin and his friends. There are some that Hyunjin must have taken himself, and you recognise one of the faces in the photos as the roommate you just met in the hall. There’s some of a younger Hyunjin, with an arm around his siblings, hugging his mother, beaming as he sits tall and proud on his father’s shoulders.

And you see yourself in a few. More than a few, honestly. There’s one or two from the first year you knew Hyunjin, all of them in group shots. But so many more in the months since you’ve grown closer – photos of you posing by a gallery sign, of you smiling with delight as you feed ducks in a nearby park, candid shots of you looking at exhibits with the slightest furrow of concentration in your brow. One photograph in particular catches your eye – you in profile, sat by what looked to be the living room window of your own apartment, smiling faintly as you stared out through the window at the night-time lights of the city.

“Is that one from my birthday?” You ask, absently – and Hyunjin jolts in front of you, almost dropping the papers he had in his hand. He turns – his arm brushing against your chest – and you only realise then how close you had wandered to look over his shoulder.

You take a step back, slightly embarrassed.

“Sorry, I just saw the…” you gesture vaguely to the photograph behind him.

Hyunjin takes a moment to register what you said, and follows your line of sight to the photo. “Oh! Uh, yeah, I think it was. Yeah, it was after the party. I was trying to help you clean up, and you stopped to show me what the view was like at night.”

“Right,” you say, remembering. You look at the photo, remembering that night. “It’s a great fucking view. Like you can’t tell the difference from the sky and–”

“–and the city, because the lights look like stars,” Hyunjin finishes for you. “Yeah. You were right. It was amazing.”

“Clearly. You took a photo and everything,” you point out.

Hyunjin pauses, and nods. “Yeah.”

The two of you fall silent, a strange quiet settling over the both of you. Your gaze shifts from the photograph to Hyunjin, and you find him already looking at you. Your eyes meet, and for a second, your breath hitches.

It’s quiet. So quiet. And he’s still staring. You can feel your heart starting to pound, as the moment stretches on.

And then Hyunjin clears his throat, and turns back to look through his desk.

Your breath leaves you with a sudden sharp exhale. You feel strange, almost like a weird post-adrenaline crash, as if you’d just jumped from a great height or finished riding a rollercoaster. Your heart is still beating fast.

You swallow, and take another step back to allow some more distance between the two of you. The silence now seems heavy, almost smothering, and you’re eager to break it.

“So, was that the one who put chicken in his smoothie?” You ask, gesturing over your shoulder to the door behind you, and the hallway you had met the roommate in.

Hyunjin glances over at the door, not quite looking at you.

“No, the smoothie one was Changbin,” Hyunjin says, pulling a face at what must be the memory of watching him feed chicken to the blender. “I think he went out for a run. Which is good, because I was about to grab that blender and brain him with it.”

“For making the smoothie?”

“For looking me dead in the eye while he drank the whole thing.”

You can’t help but laugh, just a little bit. Your chest feels lighter because of it, as if your laughter had lifted some kind of weight off of you. “I think your roommates are a little…”

“Gross?”

“I was going to say ‘odd’, but chicken smoothies do sound pretty gross.”

“They are,” Hyunjin says, voice low with deadly seriousness. “But yeah, you met Han. Changbin is out. And I would introduce you to Chan, but I’m pretty sure he’s wearing even less than Han.”

“Are your roommates just allergic to shirts or something?” You ask.

“Honestly, they might be,” Hyunjin replies, finally grabbing his keys from their hiding place under the flyer for a future gallery exhibition. “That would explain a lot.”

“Not the chicken, though.”

“Nothing could explain the fucking chicken,” Hyunjin mutters. “OK, I’m ready. You want to head out now?”

“Sure,” you reply, and the cheerful tone in your voice is only half-forced. “Let’s go.”

You leave his bedroom first, Hyunjin taking a second to put on his shoes – and you step into the hallway just as Han exits what seems to be the kitchen. He seems to have managed to find a shirt since you last saw him, but the same cannot be said for the guy behind him – the one that almost collides with Han’s back when he stops at the sight of you.

“Hey,” Han greets, with another wave. “Again.”

“Hi,” you reply, although your attention can’t help but be caught by the guy currently sidling around Han. No shirt, of course, but he was wearing a pair of black sweatpants only loosely tied, low-slung enough that you could see the faintest line starting at his hips that led downwards to–

You force your eyes up, looking very pointedly at the guy’s face and nothing else.

Your brief ogling seems to have gone unnoticed, as the smile the guy gives you is perfectly friendly without even the slightest hint of a smirk. He seems genuinely innocent, even in the current state of his undress. “Oh, you must be Hyunjin’s friend. Hey, I’m Chan.”

You nod, again keeping your eyes fixed on this dude’s face. “Hi, Chan.”

Looking at Chan’s face might be slightly less embarrassingly than just openly staring at the rest of him, but it doesn’t do much to ease your flustered mind. On the contrary, you take note of his dark curls, seemingly damp as if he’d recently taken a shower. And fuck, are those dimples?

“Are you guys off somewhere?” Chan asks, perfectly polite.

“Yeah, that art museum across the city,” Hyunjin says, and you note the slightest hint of impatience in his voice. Was he really that eager to leave?

“Oh, cool,” Chan says, nodding.

You smile. “I mean, I don’t know if ‘cool’ is the word for it, but we have fun. Hyunjin tells me about brush strokes and perspective and artsy stuff, and I tell him about historical context and little biography facts.”

“Oh, so you’re like…” Han trails off, staring. “You’re like…smart-smart.”

You blink, face warming a little at the awe in his words. “Uh, I mean…I–”

“Yes,” Hyunjin affirms for you, and your stomach flutters again. He starts slowly edging towards the front door. “But we should probably start moving, if we want–”

The front door suddenly flies open. You watch, wide-eyed, as someone walks through the door, skin flushed with exhaustion and just the faintest sheen of sweat. He’s broad, clad in a skin-tight black t-shirt and work-out shorts, and the muscles in his arm swell and contract as he lifts one hand up to remove the airpods he’s wearing.

He looks at you, and you–

You just–

Was everyone in this apartment just…exclusively fucking hot? Was it written into the fucking lease?

“Hi,” he greets, slightly breathless from what seems to have been some kind of morning run.

The sound of his voice is enough to make you swallow. “…Hi.”

“Hi,” Hyunjin chimes in, deadpan. “Sorry, we’re literally just about to head out.”

“Oh,” Changbin – because this has to be Changbin, the third housemate, and you can’t believe you can almost forgive the chicken smoothie thing because fuck, those arms – blinks, looking from you to Hyunjin, and then back to you. “OK. Introductions later, I guess?”

“Sure,” you say, trying to seem as calm and composed as you could as you’re forced to brush past him to get through the door.

Hyunjin is right behind you, barely stopping to throw a brief “see you guys later!” over his shoulder before closing the front door.

You wait, still trying to adjust to what just happened in the span of about five minutes, watching Hyunjin lock the door.

“They seemed…nice,” you note, still reeling. You feel like you’re in shock. You can’t be in shock, right? There’s no such thing as ‘hot-guy shock’.

Hyunjin turns, slipping his keys into his pocket. His lips are pressed together into one thin line as he replies. “Mmhm.”

You blink at his response, at the tension in his response. “Is…everything OK?”

“Everything’s fine,” he says quickly, almost convincing. It’s only then that he relaxes a little, and looks at you. “So, art museum?”

“Yes. Coffee first though,” you demand, and begin walking down the hall, away from the apartment. You point an accusing finger at him as you walk. “You made me rush through my tea to get here so soon, so you’re paying.”

“Sounds fair,” Hyunjin sighs, but you don’t miss the way he smiles as he follows close behind you.

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hyuuukais · 8 months

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✧˖°ʚ🍓ɞ♡ SUNSHINE AND STRAWBERRIES

pairing ☆ lee felix x fem reader

synopsis ☆ Y/N is a new streamer. after months of planning, and her best friend & now fellow streamer han jisung convincing her, she makes a twitch and youtube account. thanks to jisung giving her a shoutout to his own huge following, she gains some unexpected overnight fame. but what was more unexpected was waking up to see her long-time favourite comfort streamer _sunshine.bbokari_ following her.

warnings ☆ mention of sick, mention of bleeding, swearing

[TAGLIST -> CLOSED]

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☆partially written, 8 screenshots☆

CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT ☆ MILESTONES

"Honey-" Felix swerved a few people stumbling into his path. "I've been looking for you."

"And I've been looking for you!" You shout over the loud music, rhythm thumping in your chest. "I wanted to see your pretty face."

You laugh at the blush spreading across his freckled cheeks, playfully poking his nose. He smiles shyly, hand snaking down your arm to hold your hand gently.

"You look beautiful."

"I look the same way I always do," You shrug.

"Exactly."

You're about to reply when you're interrupted by shouting to your right. In front of the kitchen island is Jisung, getting right up on top. Chan and Changbin hang nearby, you notice, a knowing smile on your face.

"Can I get everybody's attention pleeeease!" He lifts his cup into the air, other hand holding a microphone. Below him are boxes covered in black sheets, guarded by the other two. "So I know this is a party Jeongin put together to celebrate me hitting one million, which, by the way, I'm so incredibly grateful for! However, I have another announcement." Jisung gestures to Chan and Changbin. "We have an announcement."

Carefully, he steps down from the island, crowd moving out of the way for others to see.

"This Sunday, we're releasing an album that's been in the works for the past months. Our baby," Jisung looks down at his feet, a small smile gracing his features. "You'll be able to find our music on all platforms under the name '3racha', and you'll all be gifted one of these."

Finally, Chan and Changbin move, removing the black sheets off the boxes to reveal multiple copies of their album. A few boxes contain CD'S, and others vinyl records, all of them signed.

An excited cheer goes through the crowd and you couldn't stop smiling. You know how much this meant to your best friend, that it had always been his dream to make music with the people he loved. You want to congratulate him, but as soon as he finished talking, the crowd moved into the island.

"I'm so happy for them!" You turn to look at Felix, but he was already looking at you with stars in his eyes.

"Me too," He nods, smiling wide, leaning in to press a kiss on your cheek.

notes ☆ FINALLY IT'S OFFICIALLY ANNOUNCED ‼️‼️ and finally rising stars is dead and mari has left the internet

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kaciidubs · 4 months

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My Mrs. Claus | 8 Days of SKZcember 2023

Prompt: "ho ho holy shit you look good." lmao im so sorry

❣ Summary: Who didn't want to make a statement for one of the final parties of the year? ❣ ❣ Word Count: 986 ❣ Warnings: Fluff, humor, slight suggestiveness, Jisung is a flirt but he means well ❣ ❣ Female! Reader [No use of Y/N] | You/Your pronouns ❣ ❣ Additional Tags: Han is referred to as Jisung, Ji, and Baby, Reader is referred to as Jagi, Mrs. Claus, unedited ❣ Stray Kids Masterlist ❣ General Masterlist ❣ SKZcember 2023

It was your favorite time of the year; the annual JYP Family Christmas Party finally making its appearance - a somewhat under the radar event started by a few of the seniors of the company as an opportunity for all of the artists and staff to have a night of celebrating the year’s accomplishments and catch up with friends they wouldn’t usually be able to catch up with.

Sometimes faces from other companies make an appearance, but the majority would always be JYP signed artists and even trainees - though they would only be allowed to stick around for the early hours of the party.

This year you planned to do it big - well, not big, big, but big to where you found yourself staring at a red sweater dress and a black leather belt to go across the middle currently laid out on your bed; a classic rendition of the jolly old Saint Nick, but cuter.

“You know the party starts in two hours, right?”

Rolling your eyes, you looked toward the closed door of your bedroom, as if you would miraculously gain x-ray vision to see your boyfriend on the other side. “Yes, Ji, I know!”

“And you know we said we’d meet the others before heading there, right?”

You scoffed, turning toward your vanity to start a simple makeup look, “I know - I don’t even know why you decided to come here to get ready, I could’ve just met you at the 3Racha plus Artist dorm.”

Even with the door shut, you could picture his offended expression paired with the pointedly loud gasp he made sure you would hear.

“And have to find out what my beautiful, amazing girlfriend is wearing at the same time as my friends? No way! That’s cruel and unusual punishment, Jagi.”

“Then you should know,” you started, pausing for a moment to apply foundation around your mouth and chin, “the more you talk to me, the longer I’m gonna take to get ready!”

“Can’t you just let me inside? I won’t do anything but watch!”

“Han Jisung.”

“Fine, fine - I’m going! I’ll be on the other side of the door, scared, cold, and so, so lonely.”

“Alexa, volume seven, please.”

The sound of your music grew louder, effectively putting a pacifier on Jisung’s teasing antics as you continued getting ready for the party.

It didn’t take long for you to finish your makeup and hair, and by the time you shimmied into your dress, there was a little more than an hour left on your metaphorical timer.

“Okay, baby, you can come i-”

The door swung open at lightning speed, Jisung all but falling through the doorway as he eagerly scanned your room, “Finally! Took you forever, I thought I was gonna-” His eyes landed on your form and they widened instantly, lips falling into a small ‘o’ as he took you in fully.

Bristling at the sudden attention, you found yourself consciously tugging at the hem of the dress, though it fell respectfully just above your knees, “Is it too much? I bought this not too long ago when I realized it matches your sweater and-”

“Ho, ho, holy shit, you look good!” Barely even acknowledging your nervous rambling, he made his way toward you, a wide smile growing on his lips, “Jagi, you look- wow, look at you!”

A sheepish laugh floated past your lips as you reached for the belt to top off the outfit, easily sliding it around your waist and fastening it. “Alright, alright, you don’t have to gas me up, Ji.”

“Gas you up? Baby, I don’t need a reason to gas you up, you’re already on fire!” He let out a low whistle, scanning you up and down as if you were a priceless find, “Mrs. Claus, can I sit on your lap and tell you what I want instead?”

“Jisung!” You laughed, fanning yourself in hopes of alleviating the heat of his stare and his equally heated compliments. “It’s really nothing, I’m sure there’s gonna be other people more dressed up than I am.”

“You really think that would matter to me? You could’ve dressed as the Grinch and I’d still think you were the hottest one in the room.” Walking closer to you, he slid his hands onto your hips, fingers welcoming the soft cotton dress, “You look beautiful, Jagi, really.”

Cooing softly, you leaned forward to press a soft kiss to his lips, being mindful to not smudge the red lipstick that currently painted your lips, “Thank you, baby - you look handsome too.”

Sharing one final kiss, you slipped your way out of his arms before he could be compelled to steal another kiss that would set you both back longer than necessary.

“I just need to put on my heels and we’ll be out, okay?”

“Whatever you say, Mrs. Claus, I’m just your humble elf servant here to do anything you need me to.”

Grabbing one of your black boots from the floor, you looked up at him with an arched brow, “You don’t want to be Mr. Claus?”

A sly smirk creeped its way onto his face as he shook his head, ash brown hair tickling his forehead at the motion, “Nah, Mrs. Claus getting with one of her helper elves is a way hotter concept.”

You hummed slowly, nodding your head as you slipped on your shoe, “Right, right, we’ll unpack that thought later.”

Putting on your other shoe, you were officially ready to meet with the other boys; grabbing a jacket from the closet while Jisung handled your purse and a pair of flats ‘just in case’.

“Jagi, you mind letting the guys know we’re leaving now?” Jisung called as he made sure the van was ready outside.

Humming in acknowledgement, you unlocked your phone to send a swift text to the combined group chat.

You: Mrs. Claus and her Elf are on their way 🎄

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